It feels like a John O’Donohue day to me. A day to seek the most simple. Yet a day to be moved by the subtle profound.
One could say that all of life is meeting. This includes strangers. Sometimes, the stranger is us. Circumstance or community reveals our longing, which we then can come to embrace.
Ah, may it be done in kindness.
On Meeting A Stranger
That the unknown
And lead us
The familiar field
Blind with the weed
And the old walls